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Chapter 18: Office
negotiations...

Previously...

George immediately
wrapped her in a strong embrace, feeling his shirt dampen once more, he
realized that perhaps the Spanish Inquisition could be temporarily disbanded,
at least until she had found a proper hanky.

...

He decided that he
would wait; let Hermione and George tell everyone, he thought. For once he was
going to keep his nose out of her business and let the two decide when they
wanted to tell other people. He would not make himself the center of drama-related
attention, again.

Poor Harry never did
choose to listen to Hermione�s advice at the right times.

�

George�s
Flat, next am

Mmmm, thought Hermione,
unwilling to wake up from the first peaceful slumber she�d had in a long time.
She shifted slightly and then groaned as pain shot up her cricked neck. Well, damn. She opened her eyes, slowly
blinking the sleep out. She blinked twice more, trying to register the red
chest hair she was facing.

It
registered.

She
panicked.

And,
in doing so, she effectively untangled herself from her partner and toppled to
the floor in an ungraceful heap, eyes closed, praying she was in some sort of
nightmare. Oh gods not Ron!

The
first thing George noticed as he was rudely awakened by a loud thud was the
pile of limbs lying next to his couch, clothed in his Puddlemere Quidditch
jersey and a pair of knickers. The frizzy curls gave away the figure however,
and George had to tamp down on the previously hopeful thoughts that perhaps
he�d gone out and drank a bit too much. Alas.

�Hermione?�
He asked curiously, unsure as to why she was on the floor in a heap.

Her
head shot up, eyes widening in surprise. �George?! Oh thank Merlin!� She stood up quickly. �I was worried for a moment.�

George
pondered the statement for a moment, debating whether he would go after the
part where she wasn�t worried about waking up with him half-naked, or the part
where she was worried about waking up with a man. He went for the latter,
figuring the former would only bring trouble into their heretofore, happy
existence. �Who�d you think it was?�

She
glanced at him guiltily, �Err, well, Ron; to be honest.�

George
chuckled, �And hence the horror.� He stretched his arms out, relieving the
cramped muscles after a night on the couch. �But my dear witch, I fear your
powers of observation fail you.� He winked at her curious expression, �If it
was Ron, you wouldn�t be wearing Puddlemere colours.�

She
grinned, �So I wouldn�t.� She stalked into the bathroom as he got up and made
his way back to the kitchen.

�D�you
want anything?� He called to her, pots and pans clanging, echoing with his
words.

�No,
I�ve got to go pick up Teddy. He�s been fairly tetchy lately; I�d be surprised
if Harry got a wink of sleep last night.� She glanced into the mirror to check
her hair and jumped at the sight of George leaning against the doorframe. �Oh!�

He
grinned, but his tone turned serious, �Now, you know we�re going to have to
talk more about this, don�t you?�

She
sighed and nodded. �Yes. But let me deal with it first and then we can talk.�
She turned to him and looked him in the eye. �But to answer the one earlier
question, I�ll just say, Dolohov made sure there wouldn�t be a continuance of
my blood. Nasty little curse, that.�

George
sucked in a breath and then pulled her into a tight hug. �I�m sorry, love.�

She
nodded and took comfort in his embrace for a moment, but then stepped away.
Things always seemed a bit more bearable in the light of a new day. �I�ve got
to go. Thank you. Thank you, George.�

He
shrugged, �Anytime.�

She
grinned and walked to the floo, tossed some powder in and spoke, �Potter�s
Wonky Feint,� trying not to giggle at the personalized name he�d given her.
Given Harry�s fame, the Ministry had set up some extra security measures that
required each person connected to his floo have a personalized word. It allowed
Harry to know who was coming through and allow them access.

She
tumbled out in her usual graceful helter-skelter style, landing sootily on
Harry�s welcome mat. �Hey, Herm,� he said casually, helping her up and cleaning
her off with a quick spell.

She
caught him smirking at her and raised an eyebrow and asked defensively, �What?�

He
chuckled, �Nothing. Good night?�

She
shrugged, walking past him to look at the sleeping Teddy. He�d worn himself out
so well that he was sleeping like a rock. �Went to George�s and slept over. I
was too tired to floo home.� She turned to study him, taking in his bloodshot
eyes and bedraggled appearance. �So Teddy was up all night, again?�

Harry
grimaced. �Yea, couldn�t figure out what the kid wanted. He finally zonked out
around five or so.�

She
nodded. �Sounds about right. He�s been doing that for the past few nights, I�m
tempted to take him into the Healer�s. He doesn�t seem upset during the day
though, that�s what I can�t figure out.� She ran a hand through her hair. �Oh
well. I�m not going to worry about it right now. I�ve got to get Teddy to day
care and then get ready for work myself.�

She
picked Teddy up, careful not to wake him and turned to Harry once more, �Thanks
for taking him last night, I needed a break.�

Harry
nodded, �Whenever you need another one, don�t hesitate to ask. It�s just me and
my lonely self here.�

Hermione
chuckled, �Don�t say things like that or you�ll come to regret them. I might
just take advantage of you, Mr. Potter.�

Harry
smirked, �I hardly think I�m the only one you�ve taken advantage of recently.�

Hermione
blushed thinking of Lucius and wondering if they�d been that obvious in
avoiding each other. She flipped her hair, hoping to throw Harry off. �I�m
certain I don�t know what you�re talking about.�

Harry
chuckled, �Sure you don�t Herm. Anyways, I�ve got to go get ready for the day.
I�ll catch you later?�

She
nodded and went back once more to the floo and muttered the address to her
home, stepping in, and spinning home.

**

After
a shower, a change of clothes, feeding Teddy as well as herself, trying to calm
him down, getting her papers ready for work, and then answering a few owls that
had arrived while she was out, Hermione was rather wiped. It was only 8am. Joy.

She
glanced up as one more owl, well this was more of a raven, flew in and settled
on her windowsill. She took the note, offering the raven a treat in return,
noting that it waited; apparently the writer expected a response. She groaned
and sat down at her kitchen table for a moment to read it out.

Miss Granger,

I�d appreciate it if
you and young Mr. Lupin would join me for lunch today at 12:15pm. Send your
response with Poe.

Yours,

Lucius Malfoy

Hermione
snorted, Poe. Of course that man
would name a raven after the poet. She summoned a pen and wrote a quick reply
on the return side of the parchment and sent it off with Poe quickly.

She
went and picked up Teddy from his pen in the den, murmuring, �Looks like you�re
coming with me to work today, young man.�

He
gurgled and clapped his hands in response, which in turn caused Hermione to
chuckle and roll her eyes.

**

�I
see you brought the tyke to work,� a voice drawled from the entrance to her
office.

Hermione
didn�t bother to glance up at the intrusion, but answered cheerily, �Yep!He's been outside in the secretary offices with Sylvia all morning, she�s been fabulous with him. I�m thinking about just hiring her as nanny
and have done with it.� She looked up at him and frowned. �How exactly did you
get past her, by the way?�

He
chuckled deep and low, causing Hermione to squirm at the flutter in her lower
abdomen and the slight shiver between her legs, as though in anticipation. This
didn�t escape Lucius� notice, but he didn�t remark on it. Instead, he closed
the door softly and murmured a locking charm on it. �I told her we had some,�
he paused, turning to wash his gaze over her once more, �tricky negotiations to work out and that it might be best if she
took Mr. Lupin to the park for lunch. I gave her the afternoon off.�

Hermione
did look up at that and reclined in her chair, raising an eyebrow at him. �And
just, Mr. Malfoy, what negotiations do you think we�re going to have that
requires my door to be locked ... all afternoon?�

He
chuckled in that velvety voice again, causing her to fight a reaction once
more, and answered throatily, �Well Miss Granger, I do believe I�m going to
fuck you senseless on your desk and then I�m going to take you to dinner.� He
stepped towards the desk she sat behind, slowly stripping off his black leather
gloves, finger by finger.

Hermione
watched his hands, licking her lips unconsciously while trying not to imagine
the imagery he had just vocalized. She failed. Submitting to a groan that had
been building since he�d entered the room, she smiled faintly. �You cheat.�

He
smirked, �I get what I want.�

She
looked up at him saucily, slowly spreading her legs to allow him a hint of
upper thigh as he skirt rode up, exposing her black silk stockings and the
black lace garters that held them up, �And what is it you want, Mr. Malfoy?�

This
time it was he who was mesmerized, despite being far worldlier than the young
witch could ever hope to be, he was felled by that secret love of her�s for
older lingerie tactics; specifically that of lace garters, silk stockings and
often the lack of knickers that went with it. His fingers twitched around the
gloves he held in his right hand, and he gripped his cane a bit harder with his
left. However, he did drawl softly, �You, Miss Granger.�

She
chuckled huskily, knowing that her diversion had worked and slowly trailed her
hands up her tan silk shirt, following the darts that outlined her pert breast
and smoothing her palms over the breasts themselves, smirking as Lucius� voice
caught almost unnoticeably. She began undoing the buttons, slowly, one at a
time as Lucius stood across the desk simply watching. She hooked her silk clad
legs over her chair�s arms, allowing her skirt to ride up completely and
scrunch up around her waist. As she unbuttoned the last of her shirt, she
pulled the ends out of her skirt and allowed it to fall open, exposing her
black lace demi-cup bra to Lucius� hungry gaze. She looked him straight in the
eye and slowly trailed her fingers over the tops of her breasts, down the
hollow between them, over her slightly unused abs and down between her legs. As
she fingered herself slowly, agonizingly slowly, she allowed her eyes to close
and let her head fall back to rest against the black leather chair.

She
heard a rustle of sound as Lucius was finally galvanized into action, but
didn�t open her eyes or stop her fingers from pleasuring her clit.

Lucius
slowly, unable to tear his eyes away from the undeniably sexy image in front of
him, I�m never going to be able to sit in
this office again, placed his gloves, cane and robe on the chair next to
him. He shucked his waistcoat of black velvet, undid his belt, and pulled off
the black silk cravat he�d worn, placing them all with the other items. Then
moving slowly to the minx on the other side of the desk, he unbuttoned his
white collared shirt. Placing himself between her and the desk, he kneeled on
the floor in front of her. He ran his hands over the black and tan oxford heels
she�d worn, up her silken covered calves and finally over the expanse of skin allowed
where the garters met with the stockings. She whimpered as his nimble fingers
lightly tripped over her skin, wanting them to join her own that were working
far faster than they had been before.

He
smirked and pulled her hand away, causing her to bring her head up and look
down at him with heated eyes that told him to finish or die. He chuckled and
bent his head forward; nuzzling the well-trimmed curls that partly hid her
treasure from him. She groaned and threw her head back against the chair once more.
He slowly ran his tongue over her slit and pressed it against her clit
enticingly. She lifted her hips slightly intimating the increased pressure she
desired. Pulling back slightly, he ran two fingers over the slick path his
tongue had traced. She whimpered again and rotated her hips more deliberately.
He slowly inserted a finger into her slit, relishing the way her walls clamped
against the digit, pulling it into her waiting womanhood. They both groaned and
Lucius snapped.

Pulling
her up roughly from the chair, he placed her bodily on the desk, situating
himself between her legs and trapping her between his arms. She looked up at
him with wide chocolate eyes, lips parted mid-gasp and hair tousled out of its
neat twist. He was enchanted, in a word.

Lucius
stood over her, white-blonde hair curtaining his marble features. His eyes
stormed at her, lips pursed in a smirk that resembled the cat that�d caught the
canary. His shirt was opened to reveal taught muscles and slightly scarred
pearly skin, marred by what she figured were whip marks and other curse scars.
She felt a noticeable bulge in his pants and pulled her hands from where they�d
clenched onto his biceps when he�d transitioned her to his chest. She ran her
hands inquisitively down his chest, stopping to play with his sensitive nipples
and then the ripples of his abs as he clenched them in an effort to stay calm.
As her hands trailed to his fly, she glanced up at him from beneath her lashes
and he groaned once more. �Gods.�

He
claimed her mouth forcibly, seizing her lips with his own in a passionate kiss
that wiped her mind of any other activity and caused her hands to fumble from
the button she�d been undoing. Lucius slowly pushed her down onto the desk,
fanning out her hair and bring her naughty arms up above her head. Slowly
tracing her lips with his tongue and fluttering kisses, his hands worked their
way to her sides where they traced circles on her skin for a time until she was
squirming for more friction, more touch, more anything!

She
arched up against his body, bringing her legs up around his hips, attempting to
pull him forward against her hot, needy core. Bringing her hands to his long
hair, she pulled his head to hers and forced his mouth to commit to hers. His
hands found their way to her breasts and pulled the bra down, which pushed them
up a bit farther. He thrust his hips slightly against her own as she arched
once more, but did nothing to remove his pants. She growled and let go of his
mouth, �Luciussss.�

He
chuckled and whispered against her skin, �Patience, little tigress.� She
growled once more and pulled his head down, but he resisted and brought his
mouth to her nipple, laving it with his warm tongue. She uttered a half-sob and
flung her head back, banging it on the desk with a grimace. One of his hands
continued to massage her other breast while the other made its way down between
her legs to press back into her now well-slicked womanhood. He pressed two
fingers into her and began thrusting slowly as he placed small nips along her
breast and then up her collarbone to the one place he knew would make her
squirm. He bit softly at the crook of her neck, right where it met her collar
bone and then suckled it with a vengeance.

Hermione
arched up violently, pulling his fingers in almost up to the knuckle, clenching
around them as her mouth opened in a silent scream. He grinned and withdrew the
now dampened fingers, pulling her away from the precipice she�d almost soared
off of, earning a glare from her hazy eyes. He soothed her by tracing his other
hand over her finely boned cheeks and down the soft, smooth skin of her neck,
chest, and tummy. He fumbled with the buttons of his fly and then pushed his
trousers and pants down, pulling out his now almost painful erection from its
confines. He stroked it quickly, allowing Hermione to watch his hand move up
and down, enjoying her tongue tracing wet paths across her swollen lips. Her
hands slowly inched their way to his cock, pulling his own away and replacing
it with smaller, nimbler hands. She smoothed the precum over the reddened head
and began to work his cock tantalizingly with light feathery touches and then a
quick, tight stroke followed once more by soft touches. He hissed softly,
�Yesssss,� and thrust his hips into her palms insistently.

She
smirked and pulled her hands away, leaning back on her elbows and bringing her
feet to rest on the desk, knees bent and legs spread in invitation. Lucius
looked down to see her glistening curls and folds practically begging for his
cock, her eyes an invitation for another sort of pleasure altogether. He
wrapped one arm around her, supporting her back and scooting her closer to the
edge of the desk as he smoothed the other hand over her moist lips, pert
breasts and tender skin.

He
looked her in the eye and asked softly, �Protected?� He was aware of the pain
that flashed through her eyes, but knew that now was really not the time to pursue it.

�Yes,�
she whispered. I won�t tell him now; I
have no use for pity. Who wants
something broken anyways? She shook away the thoughts and focused on the
truly handsome features of the man dominating her, taking away her ability to
think, forcing her to feel for what felt like the first time.

He
grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance, maintaining the eye contact,
daring her to remember this time around. As her eyes glinted back up at him,
awash with passion, lust, and even a hint of trust, he thrust home aware of the
content feeling that was something she alone gave him.

�Ahhh
ohhhh,� she whimpered at the intrusion, her walls clasping around his girth.
Her legs entwined around his hips, embracing him with her entire body, her arms
already entwined in his hair and he looked down at her with smoldering eyes. He
thrust again, and again, each stroke deliberate and sensuous. She attempted to
rotate her hips and meet his thrusts, but he resisted. Finally as he withdrew
slowly, she clenched her thighs around him and pulled him back in, growling.
�Fuck me,� she said slowly, deliberately and in one of the sexiest, commanding
voices Lucius thought he�d ever heard. �Now.�

So
he did. He pulled out and thrust viciously back into her, causing the desk to
shake and a few piles of paper to shift slightly. He thrust again and again and
again with increasing power and speed, bringing her hips to his and arching her
back with his arm. She arched and circled his hips, undulating her abdomen to
meet his thrusts with clenching walls and warm, moist cavernous heat. The desk
was shaking properly with papers strewn across the floor as their moans and
whimpers filled the office.

Thump, thump, thump,
thump, thump, �Fuck
... ung... yes, sweet Merlin!� Thump,
thump, thump, thump.

Squeak, squeak, squeak,
squeak, squeak, �Oh
gods! Yes yes right oh! YES there there again yes!� Squeaky, squeak.

Smack, smack, smack,
smack, �Ung yesss yesss keep fucking doing FUCK that, ung yessssss,� smack,
smack, smack.

Thump, smack,
squeak, thump, smack, squeak, thump, smack, squeak, �Please ... oh
pleassssssssssssssssssse.�

Hermione
was emitting a high pitched whine, back arched, head thrown back, curls awry,
skin sweaty hips and abs undulating as if she were a harem girl herself,
attempting to throw herself over the precipice Lucius had driven her towards.

Lucius�
hips were flexing brutally into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing
around the room. One arm held him up over Hermione, bicep flexed, skin
glistening as the other pulled her closer and brought one leg over his
stationary arm. He fucked her in earnest, the new position allowing him to hit
her sacred spot over and over and over again until she was whining mindlessly,
teetering over the abyss. His buttocks clenched as he thrust, the globes
well-defined and marked by her heeled shoe digging into it.

Finally,
as he bent and claimed her lips, tongue dueling with her own for dominance, she
screamed into his mouth, her walls pulsating in pleasure around his cock
milking him for all he was worth. With another deep thrust he finally let go of
his tight reign of control and followed the curly-haired brunette over the
cliff, mind blanking as his cock pulsed within her, staking his primal claim,
and enjoying the feel of her body shuddering in the aftershocks of her own
pleasure.

She
thumped onto the desk, her legs falling from his arm and from around his waist
to lie limply on the cherry wood. He sunk into the leather chair, drained. They
both lie quietly for a few moments before she pulled herself up and leaned her
weight on her elbows. He opened one eye to look at her thoroughly fucked
appearance and couldn�t help the satisfied smirk that graced his features. To
his shock she returned it.

She
slowly stood up and stepped to the chair, straddling him in it. She bent down,
her lips a hair�s breadth away from his and murmured, �Thanks,� before giving
him a chaste kiss on the lips and straightening back up.

He
couldn�t stop the chuckle but responded, �You�re quite welcome. Anytime,
milady.� He made a mock bow, as ridiculous as it was with him being seated,
trousers and pants around his ankles, shirt opened and hair tousled.

She
looked over her shoulder at him from the corner that she was redressing herself
in and smiled satedly, �I was hoping you�d say that.�

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